The Spoiled Boy

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

She sat there, her legs crossed and hands planted firmly in her lap. To anyone casually observing her they might think her no different then any other woman dressed with a bit of pirate flair. Such dress wasn’t uncommon these days. Especially for those in her scene and of her demeanor.

There was however a storm brewing. She knew well the maelstrom brewing inside her thoughts, what she did not know however was how deep into the pit she was about to descend.

Mystery 2

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Mystery)

Part Two

He knelt there. Face in the corner. He always knew it would come to this. Still though knowing and experiencing were two different beasts all together.

Surprisingly he was not as uncomfortable as he had thought he would be. His pride grabbed a-hold of him then and he glances around without removing his forehead from the wall. He found it rather odd how she had stuffed animals built up on the corner of her bed here in this corner. He smirked slightly. That was just one of those things he loved about her. She had that true predatory streak in her you knew you had not dare awaken let alone cross. And yet instead of pulling a carcass of some defeated beast into the trees with her, eww, she made her own form of little nest.

Mystery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She sat there even in all her weariness and thought of him. They were to the world two spirits separated by nearly everything. But if you were to ask either of them they would tell you that the other completed them. Without the other either of them would be lacking in someone they had perhaps searched their whole life to find. Though neither of them would have ever expected that they would find it as they did. She thought back to a night previous. Two simple words he had shared with someone else that night. Those words, “I am submissive.” They had served to bring life to a fire deep within her. It was not the implication of debauchery that served to arouse her. Instead it was that with that simple sentence he had begun to show that he was in fact developing. Perhaps there was hope for them yet. She felt that if he were able to embrace his dark inner passion then he would come to know true freedom. His body and his spirit would be able to experience pleasure the likes of which he did not know existed. Slowly her tired mind drifted from intellectual thought. Her passion had been growing for some time. She had not told her lover of her feelings during the previous night. Nor had she really explained to him the passion that had been building inside of her. There was some part of her that feared she might remained forever unfulfilled. Eternally denied a lover aroused by the shadow as she was. That her life should be filled with moments, close, but never taking her soul to the dark depths it wished to visit. As her mind drifted even further she began to see them together. Her and her lover together in a simple bed. There were no elaborate knots. There were no thick bedposts. Instead it was their passion alone that held them there, bound by each other through their embrace. He sat there, naked. Leaning back so that he rested using the palms of his hands. His legs outstretched before him, open slightly like a v. She knelt before him, careful to find a comfortable position. Neither of them wanted to deal with needless adjusting and moving on the account of hurried positioning. She leaned into him setting her hands on top of his own. Slowly she let her lips find his. As their lips brushed together she told him not to move. Inching closer to him she lifted each of his legs over her own. She wanted to be sure that she could enjoy this for a good long while. She did not want to have to shift her position and give him reason to move in return. Instead as she continued to slide in closer to him she slid his hands closer to her. She teased him ever so slightly by lifting his hands to make moving them easier. She could tell by his reaction that he thought he was going to begin taking a more active role in the little game. Instead though she placed them firmly upon mattress once they had reached their desired position. She was pleased now. The soft fabric and lace of her garment danced across his flesh. She moved her hands to his inner thighs as her lips lingered dangerously close to his own. She delighted in the purchase that her manicured nails found as they bit into the soft flesh of his thighs even as her teeth bit down into the flesh of his lips. She moaned tenderly as a soft gasp passed his lips. His display and the thoughts of this titillating dance they choreographed brought her nipples to full erection. He could feel them pressed against his chest and she knew that he would easily give himself to her. As much as she wanted to know him in that way she desired more for them to loose themselves to the darkness of their encounter. She pulled her head back and breathed deep. She could almost feel the caress of the incense drift across her skin. So close now they were. She knew already that she was moist. She could feel the desire rolling off of him like it was a wave as tangible as those seen over blacktop on a scorching summers day. Using her nose her seductively nuzzled at his face. She bid him to turn his neck to her. Licking there tenderly even more thoughts danced across her inner vision.

The Spoiled Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

There was however a storm brewing. She knew well the maelstrom brewing inside her thoughts, what she did not know however was how deep into the pit she was about to descend.

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